A Minimalistic Dream

It has white pristine walls, a few handpicked decorations and all the furnitures are placed in perfect angles. Nothing is out of place or just lying around, everything got a place and a purpose. It’s like a decluttered heaven.

Truth is, as much as I would like to live a minimalist lifestyle it just isn’t me. I’m not saying I spend a lot of money but I’m far from frugal and I do splurge on things I might not always need. Those things have a tendency to need organizing every other week. But to be completely honest, I clean my desk about twice every year.

Just looking up I see seven full sets of different pens. Who needs that? I got arts and crafts supplies to last me until the apocalypse and if I would stopped buying books I could read one book a week and be set until this time next year.

It happens from time to time that I go through my apartment and declutter but I still keep so much you could never accuse me of living a minimalist lifestyle. Add on top of that my inability to keep things neat, it’s pretty much a mess the next week.

So while I might dream about a clean and minimalistic life it isn’t me. But to all of you minimalistic people out there, you have my admiration.